PROSPERO You do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir. --- These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vext. --- A turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Shakespeare, The Tempest Instrumentation
baryt, cl, hp, vln, db Category
Vocal and Choral Works Language
Petteri Salomaa, baritone, Maria Puusaari, violin, Asko Heiskanen, clarinet, Reija Bister, harp, Julius Pyrhönen, double bass, Helsinki, October 12, 2002. See also: The Tempest Songbook. Commisioned by / dedications
Dedicated to Peter Sellars for his 45th anniversary.
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